12-07-2016, 12:22 PM
The soldier hated the young man, he felt like his words were true and couldn't force himself to figure why Caezar did all that he has done to him. He had washed his face off, as well as his stomach and groin area, though his clothing still felt sticky and he could tell it was because of the way he felt emotionally and not physically. The man ran his fingers though his hait with a heavy sigh, then rubbed his stuble, he didn't look like himself at all, he didn't feel like himself either.
Keeping the ring on his finger hand partly to do wirh it too and he had half a mind to throw it out of the train, though he came back out and when he did he went straight to grab a hard drink from the cart in their carriage. He would need a frw to survive the nights with Caesar, that was for sure.
Keeping the ring on his finger hand partly to do wirh it too and he had half a mind to throw it out of the train, though he came back out and when he did he went straight to grab a hard drink from the cart in their carriage. He would need a frw to survive the nights with Caesar, that was for sure.
BeWaRe ThE pRiMe NuMbErS
